Chapter 31 Brush

"Is this a brush?" Qin Yiren looked at the brush in his hand, very surprised.

The brushes from the Warring States Period were completely different from those of modern brushes. They were just tied with some hair on the end of a bamboo tube or wooden tube, including wolf hair and sheep hair.

At first glance, it looked like a broom.

The brush in my hand was bought by Qin Yiren, and it was made of high-quality wolf hair. The wolf hair was spread out and a furry ball was not as tight as the brushes of later generations. With a bamboo tube, Qin Yiren thought of some kind of private parts.

"Young Master, what do you want to do? Are you going to write a letter to the King of Qin?" Meng Zhaoxin asked curiously.

"This brush is not easy to use, I want to make a better brush." ​​Qin Yiren's answer surprised them.

"Young Master, are you joking? This is the best thing to use, how can there be any better use?" Hei Bo didn't believe it was true at all.

The brush has appeared for quite a while and is gradually replacing the carving knife. So many people are working hard to improve the brush, and no one can do better. It is really difficult to ask Hei Bo and others to believe.

If they want them to believe that Qin Yiren is good at speaking, and then die, they will believe it, and they will not believe it.

"Look!" Qin Yiren was full of confidence and pulled down the wolf hair tied to the end.

"Young Master, you still say you are making a pen. You are destroying the pen." Moer teased.

Meng Zhao and the others focused on the key points, and they agreed with this. If they took off the wolf's hair, wouldn't it just ruin the pen?

Qin Yiren ignored them and tied the wolf's hair back into a bunch and tied it tightly.

"What are you doing?" Hei Bo and the others couldn't see it clearly.

What surprised them even more was still behind them. Qin Yiren picked up a carving knife, carved and cut it at the end of the bamboo tube for a while, and then looked it through. Then he picked up the tied wolf hair and stuffed it into the bamboo tube.

"This..." Hei Bo and his friends' eyes suddenly widened.

Qin Yiren has only one improvement, and his brush suddenly changed. Look at this look, it seems very good.

"Grind ink!" Qin Yiren gave the order.

"No!" Heibo and Moer responded with each other, and were busy grinding the ink, preparing to see this novel brush.

"Is this easy to use?" Meng Zhao was a little uncertain.

Soon, the ink was ground, and Qin Yiren picked up the pen in his hand, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote a big character Qin on the bamboo slip. It felt pretty good, the pen end was very tough and elastic, and the character Qin was written in a straightforward manner.

"Didn't the ink fall?" Hei Bo, Moer, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong's eyes were wide open, with disbelief on his face. He looked at the word "Qin" written by Qin Yiren, and saw Zhou Zhou being in charge.

As we all know, the reason why brushes from the Warring States Period were not popularized and did not replace the labor-intensive and inefficient carving knife was that they were easy to lose ink. As you can imagine, a large ball of ink fell off as you wrote, and all your previous efforts were wasted. Who would use a brush?

The real popularity of brushes was because Meng Tian improved and overcame the disadvantages of ink loss and ink leakage.

Generally speaking, writing a word often takes several times to lose ink, but Qin Yiren finished writing a word, but he didn’t see any ink dropping ink. Who can’t be surprised?

"I'll try!" Heibo became curious and rubbed his hands, wishing he could snatch the brush from Qin Yiren.

Qin Yiren handed the brush to Heibo. Heibo held the brush in his hand, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote the word "gong", but he was still not happy, so he wrote the word "zi". After writing the two characters, there was no ink missing, which was enough to surprise Heibo.

"It's easy to use! It's easy to use!" Hei Bo praised and wanted to write again. Moer couldn't wait, so she grabbed it and covered it with the ink of Hei Bo. Hei Bo laughed and scolded: "You girl, so impatient, how can you get married?"

Moer gave him a blank look, ignored Heibo, and wrote after picking up the pen.

Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong and others were also impatient, fighting for each other to experience. What makes people laugh is that Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong and others are not writing. They use their pens like using swords, and they are "tamping".

"Who is competing for power with this pen in hand?" Ma Gai even applied the lyrics of the Qin army's military song.

That's right, since Meng Tian improved his brush, his brush has become the main writing tool for our ancestors and a symbol of Chinese civilization. In the long history of more than two thousand years, Chinese civilization was written. It was not until modern times two thousand years later that it was replaced by fountain pens.

"That's right!" Everyone agreed in unison.

Until they had experienced it enough, Qin Yiren made another pen and fixed the wolf hair so that it would not fall off easily. Then, carved some patterns on the bamboo tube to decorate, which was no different from modern brushes.

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Weifeng Trading Company is located in the south of Handan City, covering a large area and has dozens of houses. Although it was the war season, people from Zhao State fled to the country and became popular, Weifeng Trading Company was still very busy, with many vehicles coming in and out.

Qin Yiren took Meng Zhao to Weifeng Trading Club.

"So it's young master! Young master, please come in!" When the busy deacon saw Qin Yiren's face, he smiled and invited Qin Yiren in.

Qin Yiren was a little stunned. Weifeng Trading Company was his biggest creditor, but he had never been lazy. According to his ex's memory, every time he came to borrow money, Weifeng Trading Company would speak kindly and never say a hurtful word. This is really rare.

"Send tea! Good tea!" The deacon greeted him and respectfully asked Qin Yiren to sit down.

The maid hurriedly came with a fragrant teacup, rushed to Qin Yiren Yingying, put down the teacup, and floated away quickly without any rudeness.

"Weifeng Trading Company is really good." Qin Yiren praised in his heart.

"Young Master is here, what's the point of doing?" the deacon asked with a smile on his face.

"Borrow money." Qin Yiren's answer was only two words.

"Borrow...money..." The deacon was stunned for a while, and his voice was long.

"But you don't borrow it?" Meng Zhao raised his eyebrows and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The merchants were pursuing profits, so it was true.

"...How much does the young master want to borrow?" However, to Meng Zhao's surprise, the deacon actually agreed.

Qin Yiren was also a little surprised. Weifeng Trading Company was his biggest creditor. It would be normal to refuse to lend him money. As the biggest creditor, it was already very good that he did not come to collect the debt. There was no reason to borrow it again.

"Hundred gold." Qin Yiren Lion spoke up.

The number of 100 gold is not a small number, Qin Yiren really dares to ask for it.

"Ten gold." The deacon bargained.

Ten golds are a considerable amount for Qin Yiren, who has less than forty golds, and the deacon is very generous.

Qin Yiren was secretly surprised, but he remained silent, shook his head and said, "Just one hundred gold."

"Twenty gold?" The deacon increased his bid.

"Thirty gold?" Qin Yiren did not respond, and the deacon had to increase his investment.

Qin Yiren still did not respond. The deacon pondered for a while and said, "Young Master, let me tell the truth. The number of 100 gold is not a small number, so I can't make the decision. If the young master must borrow it, let me report it to the manager. Please wait." The deacon claimed his guilt and stood up and left.

"How?" Qin Yiren asked Meng Zhao.

"Follow righteousness!" Meng Zhao raised his thumb.

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Chapter completed!